Aliens (film)

Aliens is a 1986 sequel to 1979's Alien. It is an action science-fiction film about a team of Marines sent to restore contact with a lost colony that has been overrun by dangerous alien organisms. Accompanying them is Ellen Ripley, still traumatized by her previous encounter with one of the creatures.

All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? It's another glorious day in the Corps. A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm: Every meal's a banquet. Every paycheck a fortune! Every formation's a parade! I love the Corps!

Apone: [walking along the line of cryo pods] All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the Corps! Day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal's a banquet. Every paycheck a fortune. Every formation a parade. I love the Corps!

Hudson: Man, this floor is freezing!

Apone: What do you want me to do, fetch the slippers for ya?

Hudson: Gee, would you, sir? I'd like that.

Apone: [pulls the skin off his eyeball] Look into my eye!

Hudson: Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?

Vasquez: No. Have you?

[when Bishop bleeds the white "blood", revealing he is a robot]

Ripley: [to Burke, agitated] You never said anything about android being aboard, why not?

Burke: It never... never occured to me. It's just a common practice, we always have a synthetic on board.

Bishop: I prefer the term "artificial person" myself. Is there a problem?

Bishop: Well, that explains it. I mean, A/2s always were a bit twitchy. That could never happen now with our behaviour inhibitors. It is impossible for me to harm or, by admission of action, allowed to be harmed, a human being [hands the tray with corn bread to Ripley] Are you sure you don't want some?

Ripley: [agrily knocks the tray out of Bishop's hand] Just stay away from me, Bishop. You got that straight?

Gorman: Morning, marines. Sorry we didn't have time to brief you, people, before we left gateway-

Hudson: [raises his hand] Sir!

Gorman: What is it, Hicks?

Hudson: Hudson, sir. He's Hicks.

Gorman: [beat] What is the question?

Hudson: Is this gonna be stand-up fight, sir, or another bug-hunt?

Gorman: All that we know is that there's still no contact with the colony and that... a xenomorph may be involved.

Frost: Excuse me, sir, a... a what?

Gorman: A xenomorph.

Frost: So bug-hunt.

Hicks: What exactly we're dealing with here?

Gorman: Ripley?

Ripley: [steps forward] I'll tell you what I know. We set down on LV-426. One of our crew members was brought back with something attached to his face, some kind of... parasite. We tried to get it off, it wouldn't come off, later it seemed to come off by itself and died. Kane seemed fine. We were all having dinner and... it... must have laid something in his throat, some sort of embryo, he started... uh... he-

Vasquez: Look, ma'am. I only need to know one thing: where they are. [mimes pointing a gun]

Drake: Go, Vasquez. Kick ass, man.

Vasquez: Anytime, anywhere.

Hudson: Right, right. Someone said "alien", she thought they said illegal alien and signed up!

Vasquez: Fuck you, man.

Hudson: Anytime, anywhere.

Ripley: [angrily] Are you finished? [comes closer and speaks to Vasquez] I hope you're right. I really do.

Gorman: Yeah, OK, thank you, Ripley. We also have discs with Ripley's report. So I suggest you study it-

Ripley: Because just one of those things managed to wipe out my entire crew in less than 24 hours, now if the colonists have found that ship, there's no telling how many have been exposed. Do you understand?

[there's a long moment of silence; marines just stare at Ripley, unimpressed]

Gorman: Yeah, thank you Ripley. Anyway, he have all this on discs with Ripley's report, I suggest you study it. Any questions? [Hudson raises his hand again] What is it, Private?

Hudson: Let's just bug out and call it even, OK? What are we even talking about this for?

Ripley: I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit [everybody looks at her] It's the only way to be sure.

Hudson: Fuckin' A!

Burke: Ho- ho- Hold on a second. This installation has a substantial dollar value attached to it.

Ripley: [scoffs] They can bill me.

Burke: Okay, look. This is an emotional moment for all of us, all right? I know that. But let's not make snap judgments, please. This is clearly an important species we're dealing with here, and I don't think you or I or anybody has the right to arbitrarily exterminate them.

Ripley: Wrong!

Vasquez: Yeah, watch us.

Hudson: Maybe you're not keeping up on current events. We just got our asses kicked, pal!

Burke: Look, I'm not blind to what's going on, but I cannot authorize that kind of action. I'm sorry.

Ripley: Well, I believe Corporal Hicks has authority here.

Burke: Corporal Hicks is...?

Ripley: This operation is under military jurisdiction, and Hicks is next in chain of command. Am I right, Corporal?

Hicks: Yeah... yeah, that's right.

Burke: Yeah... look, Ripley, this is a multi-million dollar installation, OK? He can't make that kind of decision. He's just a grunt! Uh, no offense.

Hicks: None taken. Ferro, do you copy?

Ferro: [via radio] Standing by.

Hicks: Prep for dust-off. We're going to need immediate evac.

Ferro: Roger. We're on our way.

Hicks: All right. We take off. Nuke the site from orbit. [glances at Ripley in agreement] It's the only way to be sure.

[dropship crashes and explodes]

Hudson: That's great. That's just fucking great, man. Now what the fuck are we supposed to do? We're in some real pretty shit now, man!

Hicks: [grabs Hudson and draws him closer] You finished?

Newt: I guess we're not going to be leaving right now, then?

Ripley: I'm sorry, Newt.

Newt: You don't have to be sorry. It wasn't your fault.

Hudson: That's it! Game over, man! Game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?

Burke: Maybe we could build a fire and sing couple of songs, huh? Why don't we try that?!

Newt: We'd better get back because it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night. Mostly.

Burke: Look, those two specimens are worth millions to the bio-weapons division. Now, if you're smart, we can both come out of it as heroes, and we will be set up for life.

Ripley: [beat] You're crazy, Burke, you know that? You really think you can get a dangerous organism like that past ICC quarantine?

Burke: How can they impound it if they don't know about it?

Ripley: Oh, but they will know about it, Burke. From me. Just like they'll know that you were responsible for the deaths of 157 colonists!

Burke: Wait a second—

Ripley: You sent them to that ship!

Burke: You're wrong!

Ripley: I just checked the colony log. Directive dated 6/12/79, signed Burke, Carter J. You sent them out there and you didn't even warn them! Why didn't you warn them, Burke?

Burke: Okay, look. What if that ship didn't even exist? Did you ever think about that? I didn't know! So now, if I went and made a major security situation out of it, everybody steps in. Administration steps in, and there are no exclusive rights for anybody; nobody wins. So I made a decision, and it was wrong. It was a bad call, Ripley. It was a bad call.

Ripley: Bad call? [grabs Burke by the collar and presses him to the window] These people are dead, Burke! Don't you have any idea what you've done here? Well, I'm gonna make sure that they nail you right to the wall for this! You're not gonna sleaze your way out of this one! Right to the wall! [lets him go and starts to walk away]

Burke: Ripley... [Ripley stops and turns around] You know, I... I expected more from you. I thought you'd be smarter than this.

Ripley: [takes a breath] I'm happy to disappoint you.

[after Burke is revealed as the one who set the facehuggers loose on Ripley and Newt]

Hudson: [aiming his rifle at Burke] I say we waste that fuck-son-of-a-bitch right now!

Hicks: It just doesn't make any goddamn sense.

Ripley: He figured he could get the alien past the quarantine if one of us was... impregnated - whatever you call it - and frozen for the way home. Nobody would know about the embryos we're carrying. Me and Newt.

Hicks: Wait a minute. We would all know.

Ripley: Yes, the only way he could do it is if he sabotaged certain freezers on the way home. Namely, yours. Then he could jettison the bodies and make up any story he would like to.